"I'm sorry…"
An Jichuan's eyes were red as he watched Xue Yating distancing herself from him. It was as if he was being stabbed by a knife and he was bleeding non-stop.
"Sorry? What's the use of apologizing? Little Uncle was hospitalized in a car accident, and you pretended to be him to be with me. What are your intentions?"
Xue Yating glared at him with tears in her eyes.
She had already thought of the man in front of her as an evil villain in An Xianming's clothes!
She lied to her people, her heart, and her feelings.
She had thought that she had married her uncle and lived with him until now. But now she realized that everything was just a meticulously designed trap.
"I…"
An Jichuan stroked his hair with a pained expression. He could not explain the truth because he was afraid that the truth would be too cruel and would hurt her even more.